You settle under my skin, not as a whisper, but a flame searing, raw, alive. Every thought of you is a hand dragging down my spine, every memory, a pulse between my ribs.
Youβre the ache I welcome, the slow burn that spreads, fingers tracing paths only you dare to mark. I am undone by the weight of wanting, the way your name blooms in my mouth, a prayer and a sin all at once.
I crave the way your touch would write itself on me, each graze a promise, each press a claim. You, pulling me apart me, surrendering, willing to be broken just to feel whole in your hands.
No storm can match this hunger, no quiet could tame it. Let it take me. Let me drown in the heat of you.